ell-oh-vee-ee.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out weather your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever be apart. Because that's what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love", which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over after being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

You can't explain love. It just is. You can't capture it or bottle it up. It isn't for resale. You have to experience love to know and truly understand why it is people desire it so deeply.